Chapter 900

At that moment, Marsha wanted to slap herself. How could she have walked out without even checking herself in the mirror? If she had, this whole scene wouldn't have happened. She turned and headed to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she hurriedly pulled out her foundation and dabbed it on the red marks on her neck while grumbling under her breath, "Damn that Charles. This is all his fault." … Meanwhile, in the hospital lounge, Charles suddenly sneezed. The doctor beside him glanced over. "Dr. Jennings, are you catching a cold?" After all, the flu had been going around lately, and it wasn't uncommon to be down with it. Charles rubbed his nose, leaned against his chair, and chuckled nonchalantly. "Maybe some beautiful woman out there is missing me." The doctor couldn't help but laugh. If anyone else had said that, it would've come off as narcissistic. But coming out of Charles' mouth, the words sounded confident. As the eldest son of the Jennings family and a genius